Sun

The sun is coming back.

Temper

Sunshine. 

Exhibitions. 

Temper. 

Connotations

I live in a world of connotations

A world where ”girl” means ”weak” 

And ”boy” is an ”excuse”

Where ”feminist” strikes up disgust but

”meninist” strikes up a light hearted laugh

A world where ”white male” means

”power” as long as it follows the label ”hetero”

But words ”black” and ”woman” 

either together or apart, is a symbol of

oppression

A world where ”menstruation” is a word

more cringeworthy than ”rape”

Where ”no” means ”yes” and ”stop”

means ”I want you”

But I don´t accept this

This world of connotations

Where I and we are labeled and

misunderstood

Slapped in the face with false

assumptions 

                                             

Progress

Sun is back.

Sister hangout.

Progress in all directions.